attack.
“Hey, get your hand off my ass, buddy! I never gave you permission to handle me like that!” She made an abortive attempt at dislodging his wandering hands.
“Your kisses and full participation led me to think otherwise, fem.” His husky voice rumbled next to her ear just before his tongue dipped and swirled into the sensitive opening. His hands resumed their devastating course.
Shivering and gulping, she bit back a scream of frustration. She wrestled with the surging lust that roared through her, battling herself more than him.
She so needed to end this swiftly…lest she give in.
Sighing dramatically, she went boneless against him, letting her considerable weight rest fully on him. She waited for his gallantry to kick in, for him to shift his hold to support her sagging body. He didn’t disappoint her.
The moment he moved to secure her, she twisted out of his grasp and skipped away, tightening the fastening of her towel. She couldn’t resist the victorious gesture of sticking her tongue out at him. The look in his eyes had her scurrying towards the door.
“I have a better use for that tongue, fem.” Glendevtorvas flashed a marauder’s grin as he lunged after her and caught the trailing towel edge. He gave it a hard wrench.
With a cry of dismay, she gripped her scant covering and refused to let it go. Holding on with grim determination, she pulled in the opposite direction. Her feet slid on the slick tiled floor and she fought for traction as she was dragged inexorably towards him.
His arm, a band of iron, tightened about her waist. He held her in place by fisting his left hand in her long hair.
“Do not make me hurt you.”
“Let me go!” She twisted wildly, snarling.
“Stop fighting me! I don’t intend to harm you.” Tightening his grip on her, he nonchalantly brushed aside the vicious kick she aimed at his genitals. “I only want to know what changed your mind, so I can change it back.”
She didn’t deign to answer, too busy using her breath to fuel her struggle. Seeing she couldn’t break his grasp, she knew she certainly couldn’t win this battle of muscles. Yet she refused to quit trying.
They wrestled. She pushed at him. He shifted his grip and held on. She turned within his grasp, used her body to slam him into the furniture.
They struggled back and forth in the narrow space between dresser and bed. He controlled her easily, allowing only enough room for her to brush her body all along his. She vigorously kicked her legs and rocked her body, managing to knock over every lamp and table in the small bedroom. She had occasion to be thankful for the strong Velcro fastening of her towel, since she almost lost hold of it several times.
She couldn’t believe how weak she felt in contrast to his easy strength. Always before, her denser molecular structure enabled her to best any opponent. She’d surprised Ron by tackling him and holding him down, the one time he’d attacked her after an especially bad session in bed. Against the prince, she could not hold her own. She shuddered, thinking what her fate would be if, instead of merely restraining her frantic struggles, he truly wished to hurt her.
A surprised cry flew out of her mouth as she felt herself falling backward. He had flung her backward across the dark wood-grained surface of the dresser. His hard body came down over her, pinning her down. Her toweling rode up in the skirmish, and his bulging crotch pressed intimately into the cradle of her splayed thighs. Her pussy throbbed with need.
Despite her body’s insistent urges, she was still not prepared to give in. She would not live her life at her father’s whim. She would never allow him to hand her over as goods in a trade deal. “Let me go! I’m through playing.”
“I am not. Not yet.”
He groaned then placed a stinging string of kisses down her jaw. His hand slid up from her knee, his fingers teasing the pouty lips nestled between her thighs before dipping
“Hey, get your hand off my ass, buddy! I never gave you permission to handle me like that!” She made an abortive attempt at dislodging his wandering hands.
“Your kisses and full participation led me to think otherwise, fem.” His husky voice rumbled next to her ear just before his tongue dipped and swirled into the sensitive opening. His hands resumed their devastating course.
Shivering and gulping, she bit back a scream of frustration. She wrestled with the surging lust that roared through her, battling herself more than him.
She so needed to end this swiftly…lest she give in.
Sighing dramatically, she went boneless against him, letting her considerable weight rest fully on him. She waited for his gallantry to kick in, for him to shift his hold to support her sagging body. He didn’t disappoint her.
The moment he moved to secure her, she twisted out of his grasp and skipped away, tightening the fastening of her towel. She couldn’t resist the victorious gesture of sticking her tongue out at him. The look in his eyes had her scurrying towards the door.
“I have a better use for that tongue, fem.” Glendevtorvas flashed a marauder’s grin as he lunged after her and caught the trailing towel edge. He gave it a hard wrench.
With a cry of dismay, she gripped her scant covering and refused to let it go. Holding on with grim determination, she pulled in the opposite direction. Her feet slid on the slick tiled floor and she fought for traction as she was dragged inexorably towards him.
His arm, a band of iron, tightened about her waist. He held her in place by fisting his left hand in her long hair.
“Do not make me hurt you.”
“Let me go!” She twisted wildly, snarling.
“Stop fighting me! I don’t intend to harm you.” Tightening his grip on her, he nonchalantly brushed aside the vicious kick she aimed at his genitals. “I only want to know what changed your mind, so I can change it back.”
She didn’t deign to answer, too busy using her breath to fuel her struggle. Seeing she couldn’t break his grasp, she knew she certainly couldn’t win this battle of muscles. Yet she refused to quit trying.
They wrestled. She pushed at him. He shifted his grip and held on. She turned within his grasp, used her body to slam him into the furniture.
They struggled back and forth in the narrow space between dresser and bed. He controlled her easily, allowing only enough room for her to brush her body all along his. She vigorously kicked her legs and rocked her body, managing to knock over every lamp and table in the small bedroom. She had occasion to be thankful for the strong Velcro fastening of her towel, since she almost lost hold of it several times.
She couldn’t believe how weak she felt in contrast to his easy strength. Always before, her denser molecular structure enabled her to best any opponent. She’d surprised Ron by tackling him and holding him down, the one time he’d attacked her after an especially bad session in bed. Against the prince, she could not hold her own. She shuddered, thinking what her fate would be if, instead of merely restraining her frantic struggles, he truly wished to hurt her.
A surprised cry flew out of her mouth as she felt herself falling backward. He had flung her backward across the dark wood-grained surface of the dresser. His hard body came down over her, pinning her down. Her toweling rode up in the skirmish, and his bulging crotch pressed intimately into the cradle of her splayed thighs. Her pussy throbbed with need.
Despite her body’s insistent urges, she was still not prepared to give in. She would not live her life at her father’s whim. She would never allow him to hand her over as goods in a trade deal. “Let me go! I’m through playing.”
“I am not. Not yet.”
He groaned then placed a stinging string of kisses down her jaw. His hand slid up from her knee, his fingers teasing the pouty lips nestled between her thighs before dipping
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